"Lordship," she parrots amused. Now the peacocking of times before makes so very much sense. Jaskier has the plumage of title and rank by birth. Her eyes have widened and lips parted both taking it in. She would not openly gape like a fish to such a degree.

The song bird must have flown from the gilded cage to be of his own design surely! Yennefer's fingers clutch tighter because she won't spill herself across the table to embrace him. "Jaskier, I have only just begun to know you!"

Sleeping under the stars on a bedroll or gallivanting over hill and dale instead of steady lodging at an inn. Or at least that is the picture painted before her inebriated mind. "Please tell me more. You're herald now by your own merit so much so I wasn't even aware you're nobility."